The Flaw in the Alibi Page #4

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So I heard my old friend might be in town.

- You heard anything?

- You mean Jack McCadden?

I've been waiting to call you.

He just came in.

And now, direct from an extended tour

where he played for and with many of the

crown'ed heads of Arabia and their wives...

Cam? Is this a joke?

What?

That's not Jack McCadden.

Are you sure?

Same age, same build?

But here's the thing

Jack doesn't have a snake tatooed on his face.

Or a steel bolt through his penis.

I gotta go.

Can I help you?

Detective Bryce to see Mr. Elliott.

Sorry! Never seen her before.

Right.

And your credit card was stolen or lost

just the day before it was used

to check in to the Bed and Breakfast.

Neat how that worked out, isn't it?

- You're not LAPD, are you?

- Used to be. I'm in Santa Barbara, now.

That's where the prices and

their occationally wayward daughter live.

What exactly do you do here

at Elliott Consulting, Mr. Elliott?

Risk assessment and management.

As a former confidence man

become an expert on that?

The same way you got to Carnegie Hall, Detective.

Practice, practice, practice.

Where is Ms. Price, Mr. Elliott?

Or should I call you Mr. Avalon,

Mr. Morgan, Mr. Weil.

- Detective, I swear to God

- What about

Your old boss Jack McCadden?

Would he know?

I heard this crazy story

the other day

about a really rich Arab

wanting to see Jack McCadden dead.

I haven't talked to Jack in couple of years.

Now when grifters

and cons knock each other off,

I really don't gice a sh*t.

But Ms. Price's father is an assemblyman,

and he's pushing really us

hard to fine his daughter.

It's how it works, he pushes me,

I push you. We find her,

Then I get to go home to my husband

who I'm pretty sure

letting our daughter overdoes

on pizza every night

I'm out of town.

- That sounds painfully domestic.

- To me, it's a little piece of heaven.

Now you make me stick around this town,

I'm gonna do my damndest to

just make sure that I

find something

to make it worthy my while.

For my scrapbook.

You know you don't have to waive

those things dry anymore.

It's a new process they've had it

for a couple of years now.

Download this, will you please.

- What did the cop want?

- It's nothing.

I'm going to need you to cover

some of my accounts for the next few weeks.

- Not a problem.

- Good.

Hey, Ray.

Putty, how nice to see you.

- Gotta go for a ride.

- Holding me up for that B and B thing?

That's not like you.

I'm hurt you'd even think such a thing.

- I take this is not optional?

- That's a real good way to put it.

So who you working for these days?

Guy used to run out of Salt Lake.

The Mormon?

You heard of him? Really nice guy.

I've heard of at least six guys who'd argue that point,

if they were still around.

E don't really keep track.

But me and Bobo get benefits ;

dental, eyecare...

- Nice uniforms?

- Nice uniforms.

- I remember you.

- Do you?

- I'm Adelle.

- Please to meet you.

And you are?

Too old.

Do you have a bathroom?

It's a little crowded

in here right now.

I may be married to the old creep,

but he doesn't own me.

Well that's good to know,

so where you from, young lady?

South Dakota. Tiny little town.

How are you enjoying life in the big city?

Yeah right.

It's like being in prison with a nice pool.

But...

I do manage to find the odd distraction.

Bridge?

Come on.

Let's do it right here.

- Are you insane?

- It wasn't my idea.

Doesn't matter who's

'idea' it was.

He'll tear your head off

You go near one of his wives.

You dragged me here, remember?

So, let's get this audience underway?

I spent a fortune for landscaping,

but I think it's worth it.

It's very beautiful.

Thank you.

Putty tells me you've met one of my wives.

How does that work anyway?

The two...

Three.

Congratulations.

Our Doctrine says 'Celestial marriage

is the gate to excaltation.'

Sorry, do they work in shifts

or is this more of a group effort?

Things manage to work themselves out.

But enough about me. Are you married?

No.

I guess I just haven't met

the right women.

Funny.

I've heard there's a price on the head

of your old partner Jack.

I've also heard he maybe in town.

And you want me to tell you where he is?

- You know my chosen profession, right?

- Yes.

People have been hiring hitmen

for thousands of years.

Ever since some Neanderthal

gave some other Neanderthal half a mastodon

to clock his brother with a rock.

Neanderthals? I would have taken you

for a creationist.

More of a pragmatist, really.

Which is where you come in.

Do I?

I think having a man of your skills

covering my tracks

would be extremely helpful.

Well I'm sorry

but I don't alibi crimes.

You alibied one.

For the Hatch family, wasn't it?

That was the first and last.

Oh, I think not.

I think from now on

there will be many, many more.

Unless becoming an accessory after the fact strikes you

as a

reasonable way to spend

the next ten to fifteen years of your life.

Good evening Ray, we'll be in touch.

The genious of Jack McCadden

was that he was part magician

part artist, part ghost.

Ray, Jack's back on the radar.

You guys were like Batman and Robin.

Although it was a previlege to

work alongside him

What was his name, Jack something?

I've gone to great pains

to leave that life behind.

Jack McCadden, would he know?

So I hear there's a price

on the head of your old partner.

But that's the problem with the past.

Bad breakup?

It's never really dead

until you are.

Dropped.

That's not a very comforting thought.

Yeah.

Dude, it's Cam.

I think I found Jack.

Cam, I can't really deal with

this right now. Something came up.

But if it is him

people are gonna come looking for him.

Hey a**hole.

Ah no it's just

there's little thing that I need to deal with.

I will call you later.

Bye.

Wendell.

Wendell's posse.

You dick, I can't believe

you told my dad.

Somebody needed to straight things out.

I don't know who you think you are,

but you don't threaten me

and you don't threaten my father.

You're a f***ing employee,

you understand me? you are a burtler.

You are a berger flipper.

So let's step outside

and get this party started.

What is that?

Is that sort of Kung Fu?

Tae Kwon Doe.

Oh Tae Kwon Doe.

Why do we do it here?

It's a little cramped in here.

If you move those two chairs.

And I will shift this table...

Hey!

That's what I'm talking about.

- You want some more of this, pal?

- No.

Wendell. I don't want to get all philosophical

but a person's life has been taken,

and someone has to account for that.

Do you follow me?

Please don't kill me, I'll pay you.

Go, go, go!

Come on!

Stupid, a**hole.

I think you broke my f***ing nose.

I think I did.

Using your intellect is nice

but nothing beats the thrill of

delievering a good old fashioned...

What's wrong with that guy?

Okay come on, get in.

Wakey, wakey.

Look who's up.

Look who's up.

I thought you were gonna sleep forever, princess.

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